ARE YOU DOWN
Chapter 5 : The Morning After
Riqo Point Of View
Kiara's eyes burned into mine as she sat there, her body way too damn close. Her fingers dragged down my arm slow, like she was tryna remind me of something—but she was wastin' her time. That shit was dead, been dead.
I hit her with a blank stare, leanin' back. "Move, Kiara."
She smirked, but it ain't reach her eyes. "Damn, Riq. That's how you treat me now? You used to be all up under me, but now I ain't even worth a lil' conversation?"
I sucked my teeth, tired of this shit already. "Ain't shit to talk about."
Her face twisted, and I could see the switch flip in her eyes. Kiara wasn't dumb, but she was crazy—and dangerous when she ain't get her way. She leaned in, voice low and sharp. "You think you just gon' cut me off and be happy with that lil' stripper bitch?"
My jaw locked. "Watch your mouth."
She laughed, but it was bitter. "Oh, I see how it is. You really out here cuffin' hoes now?"
I ain't entertain that. She was tryin' to get under my skin, and I wasn't gon' give her the satisfaction. I started to stand up, but she grabbed my wrist, her nails diggin' in.
"If I can't have you, nobody can," she whispered, her voice icy.
I snatched my arm back, my patience gone. "You sound crazy as hell."
She smiled at that, but it wasn't sweet—it was the kind of smile that meant trouble. Then, just like that, she flipped her hair and strutted off, hips swayin' like she had all the power in the world.
I watched her go, my jaw tight. Something wasn't right about that. Kiara was a lot of things, but she ain't never go out without a fight. That shit felt too easy.
Saint was still loungin', smirkin'. "Boy, you stay with the drama."
I shook my head, already over it. "Let's get the fuck outta here."
